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Your life laid down, crucified.Your arms stretched out and open wide.To rescue me so I can be a child of God.From nail pierced hands and thorn pierced browYour blood flows down to me somehow.It cleanses me so I can be a child of God.Praise to the lamb that was slainPraise to the Father who gave His son awayThe proof of love, the price of graceYou traded all to take my placeAnd died for me so I can be a child of GodPraise to the lamb that was slainPraise to the Father who gave His son away From Letras Mania